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Who: Anyone
When: Day 70, morning
Where: Anywhere
What: Look around! Run into each other! Get cleaned up!
[ So it's been a day since the HQ was moved, and everyone has no doubt been enjoying the sunshine and the lifting of that oppressive gloom. Some have even started to get things cleaned up again. Appropriate for chaos to be followed by order again, hm? Those who are interested in grabbing some cleaning supplies will notice that Eizon has actually generously set out some already by his shine, today.
For other people still exploring, some may notice that a lot of vines fell away when the HQ was uprooted, and people searching around outside will see that about where level 4 starts, some of the wall looks different--a weaker texture, actually more like concrete that was filled over something. There also seems to be remains of twisted metal scaffolding or railing in some places, all along two stone ledges that trace around the half of the HQ opposite the window side. Perhaps these were once balconies?
In any case, be careful while you're out there, it seems like a lot more Red Lizagons are around this high up in the canopy! Some of them even seem extra mad. Maybe the HQ squished some nests?]
When: Day 70, morning
Where: Anywhere
What: Look around! Run into each other! Get cleaned up!
[ So it's been a day since the HQ was moved, and everyone has no doubt been enjoying the sunshine and the lifting of that oppressive gloom. Some have even started to get things cleaned up again. Appropriate for chaos to be followed by order again, hm? Those who are interested in grabbing some cleaning supplies will notice that Eizon has actually generously set out some already by his shine, today.
For other people still exploring, some may notice that a lot of vines fell away when the HQ was uprooted, and people searching around outside will see that about where level 4 starts, some of the wall looks different--a weaker texture, actually more like concrete that was filled over something. There also seems to be remains of twisted metal scaffolding or railing in some places, all along two stone ledges that trace around the half of the HQ opposite the window side. Perhaps these were once balconies?
In any case, be careful while you're out there, it seems like a lot more Red Lizagons are around this high up in the canopy! Some of them even seem extra mad. Maybe the HQ squished some nests?]
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A few broken bones he can live with, and so he's just going keep quiet and let those that are not as injured lead though he does nudge Leo with that shoulder he's leaning against in a -
Hey.. glad you're okay!]
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How are you holding up, Shepard? I don't need both of you passing out from exhaustion while we try to get Leo and Elliot somewhere to rest safely. [Even if she doesn't know where that'll be. The apartment? One of the gods? Aside from a few minor suit ruptures and scrapes, she's probably in the best shape of all of them right now, but the one least qualified to direct any sort of operations here.]
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I'll manage. Let's get what Leo needs and get back. I don't doubt this corpse will attract other things to us if we don't hurry.
[She stands, scooping the sword from next to Leo and moves over to the dead lion, hovering the tip around its body, looking for the best place to get the heart. Settles for the area around its stomach, plunging the blade in with a grimace and slicing it open. She's really regretting not adjusting her Omni-blade before she came out. A pair of hooked-blades aren't very good for butchering.]
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What happened to Isabella?
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[then an arm is going around Leo's waist, keeping him upright] Leo...
[he's frowning now, worried that his original trust in Leo's healing wasn't a good one]
You're swaying, do you need someone to carry you? Don't lie.
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Someone should carry him. He'll be too slow on his own.
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[She's on her knees now, hand inside the lion rooting for it's heart. And seeing as it's still beating, it isn't hard to find. She recoils as her hand touches it. Does that mean it's still alive?]
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